You don’t hear me.
Even my screams go unheard.
I want you, I need you.
You are everywhere.
How can you be everywhere and not hear me?
Perhaps you do hear me,
so what stops you?
You have before you, pure perfection.
A mould of everything you believe yourself to desire.
I can not compete, I am not perfect.
I know this, and you know this.
So you block out my voice, my words.
You are safe, you are happy.
My voice fades away, a distant memory,
No longer heard.
You have lost, I was perfect.
You just never stopped to listen.
To your heart, and not your head.